Clone Wars Fanfiction Novels & Stories

** Hi, this is your author. Thank you so much for reading Clara and Rodrick’s story. I hope you fell in love with them, too. Clara was never an antagonist and Rodrick was never a crazy fucker lol In case some of you still don’t know, this is a second book. The first one is in my profile and it’s called ‘Don’t Call Me Yours, Alpha’ The next in this universe is going to be Andrew and Alessandro’s love story. I’ll start uploading their chapters tomorrow. Since it’s finished already I’ll probably upload two chapters a day

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.

Clara’s POV The dawn of our new world was not the fiery birth I had always imagined. It was gentler, a glow that spread slowly across the horizon, chasing away the remnants of darkness. I watched it with a strange ache in my chest—a longing for peace, but also a fear that peace was never meant for people like me.Beside me, Ryker stood watchful, his shadow blending with the ground beneath us as if it belonged there. His eyes, always so fierce, were softer now, searching the sky for threats that might not come.I reached for his hand, lacing my fingers with his. His warmth grounded me. “Do you ever think,” I whispered, “that maybe we were always meant to be here?”He turned to me, his gaze a que

At the same time, another wolf comes charging out of the woods. “Clash?!” His thundering paws make the ground shake. His face is determined as he heads directly towards the wounded wolf. “CLASH, NO!” I scream. “HE’S RABID!” Before Clash can reach the wolf, a portal opens. The wolf wobbles to it and lets himself fall in. The opening disappears as Clash pounces on the spot. He hits the ground and slides to a stop with a loud yelp. The ground shaking from the impact drops me to my knees. Clash struggles to stand and falls back down with a whimper. His front paw is sticking out at an unnatural angle.

While knowing that Chloe was desperate to be a strong Kryst, they had no idea what had gotten into their Saranian friend. "We just declared war against the Black Crescent. This is going to be bad," Clive spoke after a long silence. Chloe was laid on her bed while they gathered around in the living room. "Not bad. I'm itching for a real fight, you know," Zabdiel said with a grin only to earn a whack in the head, courtesy by Barbie Lewelyn. "Don't think that making war against Demetrian bandits is cool, Zabdiel. They're not just any Demetri. They're criminals!"

Immediately after Landon left my office, I picked up Clara in bridal style taking her back to her room, she seemed exhausted from all that had happened. "You okay?" I asked as I placed her on her bed. "Just shocked that's all, I wonder why Storm would want to use us to kill his father. That's starting a war with another clan, we can't afford that! We haven't even dealt with these enemies yet," "Clara, I'll handle this. Don't worry about it," "But-" I placed my hand over her lips and rested her on the bed. "Forget about it." "I can't but for now, I will. My head hurts,"

“It’s perfect… I’ll never take it off.” “I’ll never leave you,” she whispered fiercely, nestling into his chest. “I’ll never want anyone else. You’ve ruined me for everyone forever.” He kissed her deeply, possessively, his arms tightening around her. “Good. Because I’ll keep corrupting you, claiming you, loving you like this… forever.” They fell asleep tangled together in the mirrored sanctuary, surrounded by infinite reflections of their forbidden bond. Clara was completely ruined. And she had never been happier. Forever his. THE END

“We’ve got a problem.” Amara looked up. “What now?” Cassian pointed at the monitors on his wrist drone. From the ashes of the explosion, a shadow was rising — her clone again, untouched, eyes burning brighter than before. “You can’t destroy what was made to replace you.” The clone’s voice echoed through the ruins like thunder. “I am the Crown of Nothing. And your reign ends tonight.” Luca stood weakly, pulling Amara close. “Then we end her — together.” Amara’s eyes glowed with fury. “No. I end her.”

“No… never! I will never share a bed with a monster like you. I’ll end myself before I give myself to you!” Her defiance tore a laugh from my chest. I turned to face her fully, and her fire dimmed beneath my gaze. The wolf in me surged forward, hungry, impatient. “You don’t have to give yourself to me,” I said, a cruel smile tugging at my lips. “I take what is mine.” She froze, horror etched across her features. There it was, the hatred I was familiar with. The door burst open. Rufus stormed in with two warriors and a pair of maids trailing behind. “Alpha…”

Gwen, who had no idea what her husband was thinking, was overjoyed that Nolan desired to be intimate with her. Gwen was eaten clean and dry until she couldn't move, and she had a very sweet dream as a result. In her dream, she killed the clone, Clara, and snatched Chandler and her husband from beneath her skirt. The two men bowed down to her as if she were a deity. How could she not have a good dream after all that? In the other villa, two love dogs were having so much fun frolicking in the sheets that they had lost track of how many times they had been on it.